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I have a picture somewhere of my buddy holding one. This kid we know found some babies, so he took it home and raised it for a little while. It was still ornery as all get out. I think it ended up clawing the shit out of the kid's arm. Oh, when I say kid, I mean early 20s. I will try and find the picture. My buddy said he was scared s***less while holding it.

One year we were hunting elk in Wyoming (about 1990) and we had a cow and a bull skinned and quartered hanging in camp. Noticed that the cow head/hide was gone. After looking around I found it and started to pick it up and take it back to camp. A badger had dragged it off and dug a hole under it and was eating the small amount of neck meat left. When I picked it up, the Badger leaped out at me and started hissing. Scared the crap out of me. Got my .357 out and ...... Well there was one less Badger around camp!

Colorado Cowboy
Cowboy Action Shooter; Endowment Life Member-NRA
The Original Rocket Scientist-Retired
"My Father always considered a walk in the mountains as the equivalent of church going."
Aldous Huxley

Ya those little buggers definitely suffer from little guy syndrome. My uncle used to scare them out into the open when running a swather on the ranch, and whenever he did he'd go after them with nothing but a ball-peen hammer and go beast mode-mode on them. I just know they take a .223 bullet and keep fighting.

My biggest fear in life, is that when I die my wife will sell all my guns for what I told her I paid for them.